Everybody changes and I don't feel the same

My last post was in 2013. I don't know the reason made me stop writing here but I know how much I missed this place. The place I am nobody, but I feel complete.

Life has changed I lot, and I can't be the same. I still love the same musicians and have the same hobbies, the same friends... But I'm not the same person. The way I look inside and outside is calm now even though I'm still under the presure.

I know 2015 is a big year. I'm starting my post-graduation ~~(or is it called "graduation", or "undergraduation"? I don't remember anymore)~~. I'm gonna meet the Backstreet Boys for the first time and - if God bless me this way - I'm gonna live an adventure abroad.

I love my life but I need to fly. For the first time I'm pretty sure about it. Now I'm not talking about what I want. I'm talking about what I need...

And I can breath, breath, love!

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Breathe

While the band in my head plays a striptease... Breathe live at the Rose Bowl. Finally I've bought U2 360º at the Rose Bowl! FINALLY! And watching this again, I still can’t believe I was in a concert of this tour. So fucking amazing!!! Today, I cried again. This time it was One fault (we are carrying each other and I feel so stupid about it…) As they used to sing " Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot "… I wish I met all I have to meet in this life… Well, about the concert, U2 has the power over me and I’m speechless again. There are no words to express my feelings about the happiness and the peace I feel listening to these guys... I've found grace inside a sound I found grace, it's all that I found And I can breathe Breathe now

Teaching

“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” William Arthur Ward - by Cambridge Brazil

About love

Thinking about my life, I fell a little bit stupid. Why do I spend my life loving you?! Everybody can see how you don’t care about my feelings, about my life, about me. On the other hand, I could give my life to see you happy and safe. “ Love is a dog from hell ”, Bukowski wrote in the past. He was right. Love is a dog from hell and I am there, feeling this fucking pain…

These days are better than that

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